My work has temporarily relocated me to the northern suburbs of Adelaide; this coincides well with The Holey Grail’s need for a review of northern bakeries. Knowing that a suburb in Adelaide wouldn’t be a suburb without a bakery, I started driving down random streets, pre-shifts, to see if I would bump into one. After many futile efforts on my own, I realised that all along I had a helping hand there in the car with me. So, I asked Siri if she could find any bakery nearby – and indeed she directed me to a shopping district where I found not one, but two bakeries!
Turn off Salisbury highway towards, believe-it-or-not, Salisbury; you find yourself crossing a train track and entering a shopping district. Plenty of eateries, real estate agents and random shops line the streets and parking is tight and tricky. After finally scoring myself a park I went off in search of these two elusive bakeries.
Salisbury shopping area is surprisingly delightful. The area had paved streets, chatty pedestrians and was beautifully and wonderfully multicultural. The shade from leafy trees was occasionally punctuated by dappling sunlight; the branches swinging out over the sidewalks and street. On the corner a choir lifted their voices up, harmonizing and blessing every passerby with their lyrics. Children ran happily down the street and people gathered in a few outdoor cafes. The district looked old, and slightly warn, but like a comfortable jumper that you love to put on.
The PN bakery wasn’t much on the outside, nor on the inside. You walk through the door and immediately bump into the glass counters. A lovely older woman stacking up trays of baked goods greeted me with a large smile and a promise that all items were baked fresh in store. Selecting final remaining vanilla-sprinkled donut I grabbed my goods and headed out with thanks. With little time to spare the other Salisbury bakery could wait until another day.